Just Breathe

Ever get so busy you can't catch your breath?

I'm a relative newcomer to NVHC choir.  It has been great to hold a piece of music and sing with other like-minded folks, raising our voices -- not in anger -- but in worship.

There will be weeks when I'm weighed down with tasks at work, haven't gotten to the grocery store, left laundry until too late at night to finish. But Sunday evening I've been able to set it all aside, and work (and sing!) with the choir.  At the end of a 2-hour rehearsal, I'm glad to be there.

This year Michael's mom turns 90. His cousin Susie and I are going to surprise her with a little music at her birthday party.  It'll take some planning (what to play) and preparation (learning new music and brushing off some old standards), and lots and lots of determination. Because of the time commitment, to say nothing of all those little black dots I have to work on, I've had to bow out of choir.  But only for the short term.

I'm not going to be able to sing at the Scholar-in-Residence program. I'll miss out on singing with the massed voices at Strathmore this spring.  And I'll have missed all the rehearsals for the Spring Concert. 

But, on Sunday evenings, when I find myself missing the laughter and the music, I hum a little something.  Just a little something.  And breathe where Carol told us to.